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Mayhem in March: Monthly Writing Prompts

It’s time, my voluptuous golden minions for the monthly prompt selection by your Mistress of Fine Arts. I was hellbent on NOT doing themes every month, especially considering I did do a theme in January AND February related both to holidays and the weather, so this month’s prompts are thankfully unrelated. Although, I did sneak in a little Irish Celtic mythology in one of them so that St. Patrick’s Day would be at least vaguely connected. Can’t help but love my Irish heritage. AmIright?

Now that I’m done rambling. I present—–Mayhem in March Writing Prompts!
(All prompts were found or inspired by Awesome Writing Prompts)

Write about someone who uses office supplies for evil.

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Write a story with this criteria: Genre-folk tale. Person-hairdresser who moonlights as an assassin. Problem-there’s a red cap on the loose in town.

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Use these three words in a story: a mustache, a tube of lipstick, and a ray gun.

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Feel free to use the photos here as additional inspiration. Sometimes the right photo can jar an idea even faster than the words. Visual description is part of what brings the story to life as you know.

So, join with me this month in writing something with these prompts. It can be 100 words, it can be 1500. Whatever the muses decide. And when you’re finished with the story or even just part of it, send it to me at Amyoung0606@gmail.com and you will have it published on here.

Just to recap. Basically, write using one of the above (or all of them if you’re brave enough) ((if you’re really brave you’ll use all in one story)) from 03/03ne/16 until 03/27/16. Then you email it to me and watch as people revel and enjoy in your piece of art.
I know I will.

Happy reading and writing!

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Karma from the Closet Floor

I received a submission from January’s prompts and it is my pleasure to share another piece by my wonderful friend Rona. She was featured first on my 12 Days of Blogmas series with a winter-themed piece you can read here after you’re done reading her latest piece published below. It is a joy to see your friends prosper, but I’ve had the chance to see Rona grow even in a few months with her writing. It is my honor to share her work on my humble spotted page.

The prompt Rona chose from the January selection was: Use these three things in a story: nail polish, a VHS tape, a book of spells.

Karma from the Closet Floor

Lydia looked down at her nails in disgust. Three of them were broken and all of them had chips in the new coats of nail polish. This divorce was now wreaking havoc on her manicure.nails

Sighing, she leaned against her bedroom wall where she had been sitting on the floor. She was surrounded by chaos. There were boxes were strewn in disarray, several large garbage bags sat near the door, and piles of clothes covered her bed. She’d been going at this for a week now, sorting through the rooms of her small house and it seemed like a never-ending task. She had no desire to continue living in the house; its ghosts were a constant, painful reminder of recent events. By putting off the inevitable for so long, she was forcing everything to be done in order to move out. The new owners would be arriving less than three weeks.

Fifteen years of marriage were piled high for her to sort, pack up, or discard. When Jacob left, he merely rolled out with a suitcase. He didn’t want the house, none of the furniture, appliances, dishes they had accumulated together. And, as he so eloquently phrased it, he didn’t want her either. He was leaving it all behind.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again. Lydia didn’t think she had enough bodily fluids left to cry anymore, but that didn’t seem to be the case. If she was honest with herself, it wasn’t so much him that she was crying over. While she had truly loved him in the beginning, Jacob had become an insensitive bastard in the last year. The truth was, it didn’t really come as a surprise that he was leaving her for some simpering blonde, a sycophant with whom he had been cheating on her for months. Things had been going downhill for a quite a while, but divorce meant failure to her and so she stuck with him long after she should have let it go. No, it was simply the slap-in-the-face rejection; it was the message a cheater sends to their partner. You’re not enough. You can’t be what I need. You aren’t good enough for me anymore. You’re a loser. Each phrase, an emotional, selfish slap to her self-esteem.

Lifting herself, albeit begrudgingly, to her feet, Lydia went into the bathroom to blow her nose on some toilet paper. She caught a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror and shuddered. All her renewed crying  had turned her face in a puffy, blotchy mess.  She tried to ignore the lump forming in her throat, threatening to cause another waterfall of tears and turned off the bathroom light.

cheesecakeMaking her way into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator with the hope that some sustenance was what she needed to help revive her spirits. She was greeted by the sight of a few bottles of water and two pieces of cheesecake. Just what she needed! Grabbing the pan of cheesecake and one of the bottles, she made her way into the living room where she sat on her couch. It was one of the only places in the house that still had an open space.

Biting into a forkful of creamy bliss, she made a mental inventory of what still needed done. Most of the house was packed up. She had made multiple trips to Goodwill. So many in fact, that they greeted her by name and she felt she had provided enough items for them to open another store. She had dragged bag after bag of trash to the curb. She dreaded the round of cursing that was sure to ensue when the trash man came tomorrow, but she had at least done the courtesy of calling them and warning of the mountain waiting to be hauled away.

All that remained really was her bedroom. Their bedroom. God, how many nights had he come home to her after being with that nasty little skank and she had been clueless? How does a person do that? Go fuck someone else and then come home to your spouse and lay there as if nothing had happened? How deep a level of selfishness must there be inside to be so callous?

Sniffing and biting into piece number two of cheesecake, Lydia thought of the other day when she came across their wedding album. Flipping through the pages, she had remembered every moment of the day. The sight of Jacob’s smiling face as he held her hand to his lips, her adoring gaze at him, their bodies framed in a heart shaped matte in the final photo, had sent her into a rage. Betraying asshole! She had grabbed a pair of scissors that she had for the packing tape, and proceeded to cut up almost every single picture. She only saved the ones that had her parents in them, both gone now due to a horrific car accident. She cut just Jacob out of those. She did the same to her wedding footage, still on a VHS tape. She pulled out the ribbons of tape and cut them.

Somehow she had to pull herself together. She had always been an independent person. She had married for love, not to be taken care of. Yet here she was, feeling completely helpless and useless.

“What the hell happened to you?” she whispered out loud.

Lydia got up and threw the now empty pan and dirty fork into the sink, and the water bottle into the trash. Taking a deep breath to clear her thoughts, she went back to the bedroom. As she picked up clothes from the closet floor to be boxed up, she uncovered two books that had been buried under one of the piles.

bookShe remembered tossing them there as she went through her stacks of books, debating on whether or not to keep them. One of them was a book of spells, something she had purchased when she had been going through a curious Wiccan phase. She had stopped reading it when her long-dormant, childhood Baptist guilt surfaced and hid it away in a drawer to collect dust and age. The second was an empty journal book. It had been given to her as a white elephant exchange gift, and while she had never written in it, she had kept it anyway for unknown reasons.

Taping up and labeling the last box of clothes, Lydia then turned to the trash bags and began to haul them one by one to the curb. My God, the pile was huge! There were at least 25 bags. She stopped counting at 25 at least. Hopefully she would sleep through the trash man’s tirade in the morning.

Returning to the house and locking the doors, Lydia took a long and well-earned hot shower. The water helped relax her and in doing so she began to form her game plan to get her life back on track. As an independent book editor, she wouldn’t have to face an office full of people during her emotional healing. She could work on herself from the comfort of her home.

Pulling the covers down to crawl into bed, she again noticed the two books. Taking the book of spells, she decided that it wouldn’t hurt to finish it. Maybe she could even find a spell or two to help Karma find Jacob and his blonde sooner rather than later. The thought cheered her and she set it on the night stand.

The journal was another matter. Getting under the covers, she turned it over in her hands wondering what to do with it. She thought for several moments and then reached out to the top of a box near the bed, and grabbed the sharpie she had been using to label everything. Opening the journal to page one, she paused and then carefully wrote:

Each day I will find

Another piece of me

Remaking the person

I used to be.

For the first time in weeks, she smiled.

 

 

Happy Reading and Writing!

Thanks again Rona for sharing your work with us!

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2016: New Words, New Goals, New Spots!

Greetings my little filet minions (see what I did there)!

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Now that we are almost one month in to 2016 there is so much writing to do! And I am here to help push you (and myself hopefully) toward more words for the year. Not just more words in terms of quantity, but more words in quality as well.

Well, Spotted Writer….Mistress, how are you going to do that? We’re all over the world. You cannot possibly help ALL of us write more and write at the quality we want from behind your computer.

….Can you????

I can with prompts. I know, I know. I keep talking about them, but I’m convinced that if I show you their benefits, you will eventually come to love them like I do.

As a reminder I will be accepting submissions to be published on my blog for the January prompts. There’s no word count minimum or limit. It can be poetry, non-fiction, fiction, stream-of-consciousness monologue. Whatever you feel like writing. Listed below are the prompts given at the end of December. Feel free to simply use them for another time. I will be posting February’s prompt by the end of the week, so look out for the new story ideas I’ll be posting. Hint: there will be a theme for two very special events this February!

Here are the three selections for this month, which all come from Awesome Writing Prompts.

1.Use this line of dialogue somewhere in your story: “Well, at least I don’t have to worry about feeding and caring for a unicorn anymore.”

2.Use these three things in a story: nail polish, a VHS tape, a book of spells.

3.Write a story about snow that isn’t snow.

You can send your stories to Amyoung0606@gmail.com along with a short write-up about you as a writer.

Happy Reading and Writing!

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Day 7: 12 Days of Blogmas

Thanks to my weekend of Star wars shenanigans, I am thus very behind on this 12 days of Blogmas, but that just means you won’t have to wait a day for me to post. Multiple posts a day!

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Today I share with you some tips on finding great prompts. This may seem like an easy…”just google it” answer, but there is an abundance of terrible sites and prompts mixed in with the good ones. It can be a hunt just to find one. So, here are some of the sites where I’ve found consistent, good content for you future use.

WritingForward.com: I will note that this website is as much a general resource site as it is for prompts. It holds a plethora of solid, useful information. I would suggest this to anyone and use it often. There are at least four different categories (creative writing, fiction, journal, and poetry) and then specific themes or ideas for each post. One of my personal favorites is the Character Driven Prompts. It’s an opportunity not only to get to know your character, but to find motivations for them through past experiences and little details about their personality to help you make the story the best it can be.

What I love most about the site is that it’s written by writers, for writers, and to benefit the writing community. We writers in our solitude sometimes focus so much on what we’re doing that it’s hard to think of the overall community. So, I’m so thrilled that someone, several someones, are looking out for us keyboard/pen pushers and giving us little bits to learn from.

Language Is A Virus: This is a relatively new find for me, but a glorious one nonetheless. The phenomenal algorithm or sorcery that generates these prompts is genius on a page! I love the randomness of the generator and that the site also includes interesting tidbits about famous authors, their ideas on the craft, and their history. It’s a great resource for a spontaneous writing sprint!

Awesome Writing Prompts: As the name of the site indicates, there are awesome prompts to be found on this site in the form of tumblr posts. There are numbered posts on a mostly infinite scroll. It’s basically the holy grail of limitless, clever prompts. I suggest, even if you don’t plan on writing to just check it out and see for yourself how great they are.

With these few suggestions in mind there are a ton of possibilities for you in the future. And if you need help deciding which one to use first, I’m always available to give my opinion.

So, my minions, go now and roam the interweb’s treasure trove of prompts and…

Happy reading and writing!

 

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